Beaten black and blue
By people who choose to,
Focus any blame on you
To avoid asking themselves,
Could I have done things differently?
Could I have acted better?
They run their whole life
On just pure, raw emotions,
Misreading everything and then reacting
In away where that they see fit,
Where they are blameless
And I appear to be the problem,
When it’s clear that’s not the case
But they can’t own their own part in stuff,
So they just push it onto me.
fauxcroft 
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